Now today was a day for me to be all presentable and intelligent at a board meeting. Or was that bored at a meeting...
The site used to be one of the warehouse huge mental hospitals in Victorian times, a massive site, but based on paternalistic Victorian benevolence not today's individualistic approach which abandons people to a community that does not care for them.
This meant I spent a huge amount of time in "reception" I found 3 "receptions" there might have been many more but fortunatly I blundered into someone in the car park who was late for the same meeting I had originally been early for.
I got through the meeting which being a management meeting did not really do anything massively exciting.
Except highlight how bad things could get.
There is a huge question mark over post graduate social work training.
But undergraduate essay is nearly finished, this was done by massive consumption of midnight oil.
She is not happy with it but it's on paper, electronic paper.
She now needs to tinker it right.
Trouble is we have a promise of weather and not a good promise...
And the essay needs to be in on Monday
Rhys
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